It's painful, like being torn in half.
I've always expected that this day would come.
Nights getting a little bit colder, tears getting a little bit drier.
I've always expected that this day would come,
That the thin thread holding us together will finally snap.
No matter how much I reach out my hand it never seam to touch you.
But no matter how much you've closed your heart and shut your mind,
I'm still holding onto a little thing called hope,
hope that one day, everything will be better,
Even if I already expect that it won't happen.